The 3 Kinds of Love My Grandmother Shared With People Around Her

My grandmother is seventy years old. She fought through many battles, and overcame many obstacles. But the one thing she treasures most in life is love. She divided her love into three different aspects of her life.

Firstly, it is the agape love that she and my late grandfather both had for each other, when they first met. Both my grandparents grew up in traditional and conservative families. Hence, they did not seem to show much affection by lovey-dovey actions but by the deeds they performed for each other daily. I will always remember the days when my grandfather was critically ill and grandmother never failed to visit him each day at the hospital, giving him all the love and support he needed the most then.

From the day they had first met, my grandmother was never able to muster up the courage and say the three words, “I love you” to my grandfather. However, she finally did, on the day he passed away. While she stroked his hand gently, she cannot help thinking of the wonderful and lovely memories they once shared living together for almost half of their lives. As my grandfather drew his last breath, I saw a tear rolling down my grandmother’s rosy cheeks. She leaned towards his ears and whispered those precious three words that meant a thousand things.

The second kind of love my grandmother shares, is the friendly and gentle love she shows her friends. Ever since my grandfather passed away, she was overwhelmed and greatly touched by the amount of care and concern her friends gave her. From then, she decided to show the same amount of love to her friends who need it. She wants to be by their side when they need a friend to count on just like how they were to her.

She makes friends to the less fortunate who are despised by the society because of their social status. But my grandmother is not bothered by it as she always sticks to her stand, never to judge others by their appearances because sometimes the best dressed people could be the cockiest people, people you would not want to meet and sometimes the worst dressed, could be the friendliest people.

The third and last kind would be her unconditional love for the family. My grandmother’s love for the family is so deep that she will do things out of her way for us. She doesn’t mind making detours to get our favourite food or snack. Sometimes we repeat our mistakes over and over again, but she still patiently teaches us and corrects our mistakes until we learn. At that point of time, it may seem like a nuisance or nag, but when I look back at it, I just blame myself for being stubborn and selfish to fell that way.

My grandmother enjoys big family outings and occasions such as birthday parties. She organizes so many events for one main purpose, family bonding. To her, family unity is the second most important element a family must have, after love. Family unity brings the family together, that they might be able to overcome problems and fears as one and not adding fuel to the fire by quarrelling, sometimes resulting in family break-ups.

The biggest smile I have ever seen my grandmother put on, was when she saw her five grandchildren having fun together, enjoying each other’s company. Her greatest pleasure was to watch the five of us grow and learn together. She still laughs heartily when she thinks of the times when we were still learning how to talk or walk our first step.

The amount of effort, time she has put in for my family is almost incomprehensible. But she did all these, all for one word, love. Her love for my grandfather, her friends and her family has the greatest depth that is incomparable to anything else. She once told me, “The world may change, and pass away but my love for these three aspects of my life will never fade away. Never.”